“Forty-five?” he asked.Two hands.“Wow. That’s impressive. I’ve never had two people get forty-five. Tell me your names and your totals.”I ...ooked at the female student in the back row, and nodded. She smiled.“Staci Hammond, and I got forty-six.”Staci was average looking and slightly overweight. She reminded me of Tracey Jones in a way, though Staci dressed stylishly - nice jeans and an Izod top, complete with the alligator symbol. Her hair was brown and cut short in what I’d heard called a. I couldn't understand the big deal anyhow. It was only semen.She looked up and pulled me out of her mouth. She began stroking me as she spoke."Does it feel good? Do you want to watch me swallow your cum for you?"Before I could answer, she took me deep into her mouth again. I felt my swollen balls begin to burn. I felt my cock begin to twitch in her mouth.Watching her orgasm had me ready to cum before she began her blowjob. I was going to explode now.I closed my eyes and told her that I was. I almost pulled over to please myself. But I wanted to save it till after I took someone’s load!About an hour out of where I was going I wanted to stop to pee and eat. I did not give up on the hunt. But a girl needs fuel for what I had planned. I pulled into this seedy looking gas station. There were a couple of cars and I was about to pee myself, so I said “fuck it”. I walked in and took my glasses off. The sun blasted my eyes so I was almost blind. I heard a deep voice tell me “the bathroom. As the Germans moved away, he surreptitiously studied the papers. Bradley almost missed it. Hazel eyes hardened as the puzzle fell together: the dog with his scent, the uncharacteristically nonchalant inspection of his identification, the German officer’s momentary lapse of expression. Bradley stepped to the window, purchased his ticket. Just before he boarded the train, Bradley bent as if he’d dropped something. People swirled around him. He crawled under the train car. No one seemed to.